Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Little Man,
UT,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.